I’ve started a new piece in limestone. I was working on a basalt piece before this, but it was too chippy: pieces would flake off for no good reason. This, I now know, is just the nature of basalt. So, no photos of that. This one I’m attempting a “Birth of Venus” thing; this view is the back side.
Dragon Pelt
Winter weather has forced me inside so I’ve taken up felting again. This is the start of a dragon. I’ll stuff it later, with strawberries, rats, and fire.
My hand, in steatite.
I love how the stone takes on such a liquid shine with only sanding (800 grit), and holds the finest details.
The only drawback is that it’s so soft that an errant fingernail strike can leave a mark.
This is as finished as I’m going to make it. Well actually, I did a little more work on the lower eyelids, but now it’s really done. I need to work on proportions of features: the mouth is a little too wide — then again, I know some people like that. Next I’m going to work on a face with some expressions, liven it up a bit ya know.
A-a-and it’s broken. I made the mistake of leaving it within reach of the kids, and one of them (who shall remain nameless) knocked it face down. I guess now I can call it “The Sphinx”! Or, Michael Jackson.
MUCH better. Less wasted-looking, more tender. Still somewhat simian with that brow and nose, but so be it. I’ve put down the tools! On to the next piece.
This is a face sketch that I did at Stonefest this year. Faces are hard! How much weed did this face toke?
This is why I hate commuting around Seattle. For no apparent reason, traffic just comes to a virtual standstill.
Something abstract I made for my sister. Usually while I’m working on a piece, and especially when I’m encased in protective gear (hearing, eyes, body (sometimes)) I’m in my own little cocoon and my thoughts are the loudest thing in the room. Snippets of songs, memories of events good and bad, examining feelings and things that float around my consciousness. Sometimes it’s in a language I speak, othertimes, not so much. With this piece I wanted to convey the feeling that you get when you have a continuous inner monologue but it’s in a language you don’t understand.
Also: nipples.
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